Name: John Average((You didn't describe clothes. I'm going to assume this was intentional.))
Description: Average height. Average weight. Average eyebrows over his brown eyes. Average brown hair stylised into a very average haircut.
Go find the nearest person and talk to them about my job as an accountant.
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Name: John Average
Description: Average height. Average weight. Average eyebrows over his brown eyes. Average brown hair stylised into a very average haircut.
Go find the nearest person and talk to them about my job as an accountant.
Name: John Average((You didn't describe clothes. I'm going to assume this was intentional.))
Description: Average height. Average weight. Average eyebrows over his brown eyes. Average brown hair stylised into a very average haircut.
Go find the nearest person and talk to them about my job as an accountant.
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Name: Charles "Pesky" Delaware
Description: A middle aged man dressed in mismatched, patchy clothes which don't quite fit right. His hair is a suspiciously bright red, and he's got something white smeared all over his face. His mouth is encircled with a mess of red paint, though he isn't smiling. A polka dot tie hangs loosely around his neck.
His disheveled overalls are mottled with what you hope are ketchup stains.
Talk to the other guy about his job as an accountant. Also, ask him why's he's naked.
Name: Jack
Description: White male with brown hair and brown eyes
Go Super Saiyan.
Name: Gunnar
Description: Pale and strong male with long hair and a ludicrously long beard. Wears a T-Shirt, Cargo pants and has no shoes.
Go beserk and break the door
Push the button and take cover in fetal position
Name: Felicia
Gender: Female
Description: Wears simple clothes, no pockets. Stands just above average height, brown hair and blue eyes. Her long hair is held in a ponytail by her green band.
Huddle up in the corner. Assume a fetal position.
"Why are you pressing the button? I feel that's a bad idea. We shouldn't do that thing. We should never do that thing!"
Stop the guy from pushing the button.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Name: Susan
Gender: Female
Description: A pudgy african-american woman, with her dark brown hair in a ponytail. She's wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and she is also wearing slippers.
Plead with the man not to press the button.
"Please don't press the button. I want to liveee!"
She then starts crying.
Name: Bob Joe
Gender: Male
Description: Average guy with brown hair, wears only a vaguely defined hat and some pants.
"Don't push the button!" Swat the button pusher's hand away.
Name: Mr. Expo SableAssist
Description: Male. 6'1''. 224 lbs. Caucasian. Blue eyes. Blond hair. Wearing a yellow jumpsuit. Has an Orange Traffic Cone on his head.
"Have no fear everyone! I'll save all of us!"
Stand in the room with the collapsing ceiling and hold my hands up in an attempt to stop the collapsing ceiling.
Put clothes on and go. Examine clothes.
Put clothes on and go. Examine clothes.
((Describe your own clothes please.))
Felicia remains paralyzed with fear, unable to do anything but stare as the ceiling comes down towards her, slowly bringing her to doom.
"Oh my god.... oh my god.... oh my god.... please.... help me...."
Uhh...well, i was the one to fuck it up, so i will be the one to...unfuck it up? Oh, i'm horrible at comedy.
Feel like a douche and carry Felicia with you
Susan sees the man with the Einstein hair and goes with him.
Go with him.
"Thank you! Thank you so much! I thought I was going to die!"
She then starts tearing up, yet again. She tries to hold it in, though.
Put clothes on and go. Examine clothes.
Name: Mr. Expo Sable
Description: Male. 6'1''. 224 lbs. Caucasian. Blue eyes. Blond hair. Wearing a yellow jumpsuit. Has an Orange Traffic Cone on his head.
"Have no fear everyone! I'll save all of us!"
Stand in the room with the collapsing ceiling and hold my hands up in an attempt to stop the collapsing ceiling.
Name: Mr. Expo SableAssist
Description: Male. 6'1''. 224 lbs. Caucasian. Blue eyes. Blond hair. Wearing a yellow jumpsuit. Has an Orange Traffic Cone on his head.
"Have no fear everyone! I'll save all of us!"
Stand in the room with the collapsing ceiling and hold my hands up in an attempt to stop the collapsing ceiling.
Follow scientist guy.
My clothes are obviously, an average pink thong barely covering my privates. Follow Einstein guy.
"Well. I think when they go to look for the blood they'll see the giant gaping hole in the wall. Also, where are YOU going? Hey, come back here!"
Follow him
"I don't trust the guy who saved us. This could be a trap, so I'll make sure it's safe!"
Rush over into the store room, and lock it from the inside. Then begin sloppily dissembling all the items in the room.
"Yep, can't be too careful! All this stuff could be rigged with explosives, so I'll risk my life to protect us all!" Expo says all this with a proud heroic grin on his face.
Enter carefully the store room and look for something useful, specially weapons.
Stop the guy from locking himself in the storeroom.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Knock on the store room door, grumbling
Susan takes a deep breath, before shouting at the man trying to lock himself in the storeroom.
"I am not going to, I will not die just because some guy with a hero complex is going to kill us all."
Shout at Expo Sable.
Superman costume.
Go to the storeroom.
"I don't want to get any more lost... but I guess I can follow that sound."
Follow the noise back to the store-room.
"I would like a pole-arm! A pole with a mannequin arm, mind you. Not those silly weapons people go on about.."
"I would like a golf club, like a hybrid, not a putter."
An AK-74, the Russian assault rifle, and some ammo for it.
Well, if you have everything, i want a completely obedient tame Jaguar that obeys to every command i give
~snip~
Expo demands that Runed Robot join him on adventure.
"Gimme some form of tranquilizer gun, preferably a pistol or small rifle. The syringe rounds should be potent enough to take down a rhinoceros. And an automatic pistol.
I want a hip bag with extra rounds for the guns, a bulletproof vest, a gas mask, and a sturdy backpack. Throw some rope, a serrated switchblade, a lighter, a flask of gasoline, and some granola bars in there.
Also, do you have bees? No, ants. I want some tweezers, some thick gloves, and a jar full of ants. The big, venomous, sting-y kind that eat children alive in Third World countries. Flightless hornets on crack. And maybe a scorpion too, but not in the same jar. Pretty please."
Prepare for conflict
Duck tape my polearm! Whack whatever is coming towards us in the face with the mannequin arm even if they're friendly.
"Clearly your memory is lacking. Get me some gloves and tweezers, robot."
Meanwhile, Pesky dons the vest and mask, loads his gun, and drops to one knee. Tranq in one hand, knife in the other, he readies himself for conflict.
If anything comes through the door, shoot it.
Interact with the terminal.
Hide behind something, and ready the golf club.
Expo adopts a heroic superman-esque pose, and looks toward the hallway.
"I sense danger! Onward, my number 2! Let us get the preemptive strike!"
Immediately rush out into the hallway with my robot companion, blindly attacking whatever approaches.
(P.S. Expo prefers to fight via traffic-cone headbutts)
Expo ignores the talking golems and continues hid blind assault.
Wake up.
Wake up.
? You never fell asleep.